"All Kinds of weather, we stick together, the same in the rain or sun, two different faces, but in tight places, we think and we act as one"

I can't quite pinpoint the right word to describe my sister. 

Hilarious.   Beautiful.   Loving.   Kind.   Outgoing.   Giggly.   Reasonable.   Serious.  Organized.   Conscientious.   Dependable.   Perceptive.   Sensitive.   Original.   Open-Minded.   Creative.  Practical.   Enthusiastic.   Intellectual.

I could go on, but in a word, she's wonderful.  She reminds me to be exactly who I am, never anything else.  Someone who subtly and unconsciously reminds my eyes to lighten, heart to burst, and soul to feel like it's okay to let itself be unburdened.

I wish so many things for her, that I've creased them like crunched post-its into the folds in my heart as if the allusion of keeping some things secret somehow grants them into fruition.  When I think of all that life has to offer, it's happinesses, pains, hurts, accomplishments, hurdles...all the things that make life life, I can't help but naively plead a bargain with all higher powers and twisting fates to let the tearful heartbreaks of my life grant her a free spirit and a heart unbidden with pain.

But, I suppose that's what being a sister is.  And if there's one thing I am certain of, it's that being her sister, truly is one of the most all encompassing joys I've ever been given in this life.  A couple weeks ago I got to spend one of the best possible Friday nights getting re-aquainted with my never far, inner-goofball.  With Dad and Alixe at the Elton John concert, we channeled the Sir himself, blasted Rocket Man and with the help of Canon's self timer we had a night to remember.